Dream Number 15

 In the dream, I found myself within the confines of a building, its atmosphere heavy with tension. Outside, the scene was fraught: police officers and embassy staff had arrived, intent on mediating a labor dispute that seemed on the verge of eruption. Suddenly, a wave of urgency surged through the air as a large group of (.   ) migrants forced their way into the premises. The security guards, overwhelmed, slammed the doors shut behind them, barring entry to all others.

As I sought re-entry, desperation clawed at me, but the guards held firm. Then, in the chaos, another door was broken down, its wooden frame splintering under pressure. I followed the throng inside, only to be met with a scene of harrowing conflict. The air crackled with violence as heated arguments escalated into physical altercations. Amid the pandemonium, the crack of gunfire tore through the clamor, freezing time and amplifying the fear that pulsed through the room.

Outside the building, the chaos extended to a nearby football field. On the field, teams of players, dressed in peaceful unity in their yellow shirts, had gathered to play. This tranquil scene shattered when a (.   ) team charged onto the field, turning the game into a battleground. The players, their camaraderie disrupted, faced an onslaught near the (.   )’s office, a space symbolic of stability and authority.

Through the turmoil, a profound yearning arose within me: a prayer for peace. May the hearts of all involved—Burmese and Thai alike—be softened and healed. May understanding replace discord, and may all beings, regardless of their circumstances or origins, be free from suffering.

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